
Pho is the gift that reminds me of family and homeland. Running a Pho stall along a busy street in Hanoi was how my parents made ends meet and raised me up. My childhood is made from the images of the steaming air dangling above my mom’s pot of Pho broth, of how mom and dad cooperate in harmony, making each bowl of Pho. 1996, their Pho stall moved from Hanoi to Saigon which stirred up Saigonese’s excitement of trying our Pho Nguyen. Customers first came as strangers to enjoy a hot bowl of Pho noodles dipping in our deep beef broth packed with flavourful aroma, soon became their routine of kickstarting a new day